Last night I had a dream (or nightmare) about my teen years, back when the Soviets were a big deal.
Those poor people: economy in the crapper, unlimited surveillance, warrantless search and seizure, and low-level government employees barking orders at all who passed. Dissent was frowned upon, the media were controlled (read: worthless), and the military was determined to invade or destroy every country with a non-conforming government.
Then I woke up. Whew. Thank goodness I’m a Murrican bubba.
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